Laurabelle’s Blog

Last night I dreamed of beautiful young women thigh-deep in a pool of water, dancing, singing, and playing in glorious and joyful defiance of a regime that forces them to hide their bodies, their faces, and their souls.

Last Friday, my digital reference class met upstairs in the computer classroom for synchronous (chat) reference practice. I'd done asynchronous (email) reference previously but was unprepared for chat reference, other than what Lydia (the instructor) had said about it in class. This was to be our practice session. Half of us were librarians and the [...]